She had absolutely nowhere else to go

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

 "In the gay town of Lepingville I bought her four books of comics, a box of candy, a box of sanitary pads, two cokes, 
a manicure set, a travel clock with a luminous dial, a ring with a real topaz, a tennis racket, roller skates with white high shoes, field glasses, 
a portable radio set, chewing gum,a transparent raincoat, sunglasses, some more garments- swooners, shorts, all kinds of summer frocks. 
At the hotel we had separate rooms, but in the middle of the night she came sobbing into mine, and we made it up very gently. 
You see, dear readers, she had absolutely nowhere else to go"

THE LAST WORDS before part II of lolita, right after she's found out her mother has died. It's the perfect example of how hauntingly beautiful Vladmir Nabokov's words are. They make me want to physically shred off the lingering trail that his disturbing scenarios leave;  his text so often sends a little shiver down my spine. I know it won't have that same effect when taken out of context, but all I can say is you need to pick this novel up for yourself, if you haven't already. It's that good. Random side note: Have daft punk's get lucky on repeat, even as I'm writing now, if that lightens up the mood a bit. The mind works in mysterious ways... 



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